Donald Glover Tweeted A Poem About Ferguson And Being A ‘White Rapper’

In the early morning hours of this past Thursday, Childish Gambino, a.k.a. Donald Glover, tweeted what he’d later dub a “poem” about what happened to Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri. It’s not merely a “here comes the story of the Hurricane”-esque saga, though; in the poem, Glover wonders what it’d be like to be a white rapper, to be so white he could “eat dinner with the koch brothers.”

­i wanna be so white i can have a number one song with cursing and parents are fine with it

­i wanna be so white and so big i get eat dinner with the koch brothers

­i hope I’m so big and white i can go to clippers games and it not be a statement

­i hope I’m so white they let my friend out of jail sooner

­i hope I’m so big and white my cousin wasn’t shot and stabbed twice in the neck twice last month

­i wanna be so big. so white

­i wanna be so big and and so white that white dads feel comfortable sending their daughters, who are home for the summer from Stanford, to my show

­and after the performance they come hang with me on my bus and we smoke and then we f*ck to young dro and she holds my face in her hands and her eyes roll back in her head

­then she goes home and her dad says “how was the show?” and she says “it was fun. they had lasers.”

­i hope i become so big and and so white that G-Eazy will say “damn, this n*gga is white” and everyone will agree and nod

­i want to be so big and white that people are scared. “what if this spreads?

­what if everyone starts to get big and white? what if this works for everyone and everyone can experience this whiteness and this bigness?”

­i hope i become too big and too white

­but i am just a black male

­i am a n*gga

­twitter activism is wack

­marches don’t work anymore

­police should be forced to wear recording devices

The next morning, Glover clarified, “i want people to understand i wasn’t under any influence last night,” adding, “after hearing a friend sobbing and after talking with my mom, i wrote that poem…this is not an apology…i honestly don’t give two f*cks if you hate me. none of this was ever about me. and i hope you understand that.” Unlike the Dean, he ain’t making no apologies.